It's always been ridiculous how time works. Sometimes it's slow, sometimes it's fast. Sometimes it also stops; and when moments get fascinating you'd wish it'll continue to do so. Days would feel like years, and years would feel like only a day or two. Time's a cheeky. You could only wish for all you want but it'll never listen to you. Time's harsh. When everything in your life stops, it'll never stop for you nor to anyone else. Time's all you have, until you have none.
I remember that Friday night on a parking lot where we walked alongside each other, heading to your car. It was late then and most cars were gone, leaving the place deserted. You parked at the far end of that lot, so we had to walk up for about two minutes to get there. And as we walked few steps from the entrance, you decided to look at me, and I to you. And we both just smiled, almost chuckling about nothing.
There's always something sad about going to a place. Everything's new and unfamiliar at first, but every moment opens an opportunity for discovery. You'll be familiarized with every corner of the street, its weird names and dirty roads. You'll discover the simplicity of life each person leads. But just when you're about to get used to them, get attached and love them, that's when you're about to leave. You can never wish it didn't happen because of the pain, you can only look back and treasure the memories.
Have you ever wondered how someone who used to be a stranger can mean so much to you right now? That you feel like you're missing out on life if ever you never got to meet them. It is always a mystery how one person can become so special and significant that you can never imagine them never being part of your life.
All throughout I realized that you can never really unlearn things. This is one of the facts of life, and once it gets to you, it becomes more real than ever. You may forget things sometimes, but it's always there -- it happened, always has its place in the history of time. You can only look back and think and recall, but you can never unlearn.
As I look up and see the stars, all I can think about is the past. That's what they are. No matter how fascinating those tiny dots are, they still shine the light it shone thousands of years ago. It's never alive anymore. They're beautiful, and sad at the same time.
what could be sadder
than a tree losing its leaves
in Spring time, or those beclouded
tiny dots in the night sky?
what could be more hurtful
than a child's half-eaten ice cream
fell on the ground, or a dog master
burying his own best friend?
what haunts you more
than those words left unsaid
or life's what-could-have-been's?
nothing, really. just you, leaving.
If I Were To Write You Poetry
If I were to write you poetry
It will be in the morning
Where rays of sun and dancing leaves
Are my witnesses
Fleetingly give out their beauty
Like morning dews;
It is in every ripple a fallen leaf creates
In the traquility of the stream of my heart
Even the songs the birds sing
Signalling the start of a new day
Could not, even a hint, compare to
My heart's song for you
All these beauty seem to last only
For a little while, if not for once
And yet, every morning, every waking
Is enough to rekindle all of it once again.
Saying, Hi everyone! Not much to say for now. Sometimes, life's like that - silence or even few words make up the meaning of everything. :)
After a long long while, I'm back. It's always a mystery to love and leave something and always find yourself coming back.
Hello, everyone. :)
In the middle of it all, you cut me off as it has caught your attention. How beautiful that day was. All the things that hinder the possibilities were like those thick clouds right between the horizon and the sky - uncertain to last. The time will neither be now nor twenty years later. But surely it will come.
Dear future 'you',
Waiting is one of the grandest gestures ever. So please be patient.
Just got off from work. Good night to you all. <3